Sunday, January 26, 2025
Time: 8 AM
Song: PSYCHO
Artist: HARDY
Mode of Consumption: New Mixed CD made from songs downloaded from I-Tunes on the way to Church.
Link to Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6Ck9THD8AaqwNW5RYQd0RY?si=b3f18218b2444f4e
I wonder if I am the last person who downloads music from I-Tunes. I’ll take it one step farther. Not only do I add those songs to my Mini-SD card for my phone, but I also usually go ahead and burn mixed CDs from this. Anyone else out there doing that?
Am I psycho that I get excited to do things like that?
Look, I use Spotify as much as most of the rest of the streaming world. I realize I could just hook that up during my travels, and basically listen to every song that I want basically free of charge with only occasional commercial interference. If I decided to pay the nominal fee, I could probably do even more with no commercials. It would probably make sense in the long run.
Maybe it’s archaic to download songs, to burn them to CDs. That’s fine. I also have more than a thousand vinyl records in the house, a few hundred CDs, and several cassette tapes.
I like having a physical product. I like that once I download these songs, unless something catastrophic happens both to my Mini-SD card and the backup hard drive that I save the songs on, these I-Tunes songs will be a part of my music library for the rest of my life.
When that song comes on, whether on a mixed CD or on shuffle when I am playing MP3s, I’ll have a vague memory of picking it, and likely why I picked it. I will remember generally that time of my life. What I was feeling. What I was thinking. How that song made me feel.
Why did I choose PSYCHO by HARDY in my latest rounds of downloads?
Well, for whatever the reason, Jodi really likes this song. I knew she liked it, and I knew she would love it when it came on the speakers this morning.
She likes to joke with me on if I would get a face tattoo if we ever split up. I like to say I’d skip that and just tattoo my entire bald head. Both of us know neither would ever happen, and we have no plans of splitting up.
I’ll think about these conversations next year when I hear the song. I’ll think about it ten years from now. I’ll think about when (and if) I am ninety years old and blasting my playlists as loud as possible in the retirement home that we’ve been deposited in.
If that’s psycho, then I have no problem embracing that label.
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